Walking Into Window Panes

I feel like a child who has been passed a very sharp knife.

I could cut to heal or cut to hurt.

I pray that you would give me the strength to uphold my duty. To never stray. To always walk the path of love. For i fear what i would become, if i were allow myself to be tainted...

These are very tough months. When the winds stop replying my whisper. I need to find someplace where the winds still speak.

I understand the cycles. That which i cannot control. But I have choices to make that i feel tired of making. Thus i fall into the cycles.

What is the final answer? To pass into nothingness? Or to embrace all and live with passion?

One isolates, another burns...